Take This Kiss Upon The Brow! And, In Parting From You Now,
Thus Much Let Me Avow--
You Are Not Wrong Who Deem
That My Days Have Been A Dream;
Yet If Hope Has Flown Away
In A Night, Or In A Day,
In A Vision, Or In None,
Is It Therefore The Less Gone?
All That We See Or Seem
Is But A Dream Within A Dream
Had I The Heavens" Embroidered Cloths,
Enwrought With Golden And Silver Light,
The Blue And The Dim And The Dark Cloths
Of Night And Light And The Half-light,
I Would Spread The Cloths Under Your Feet:
But I, Being Poor, Have Only My Dreams;
I Have Spread My Dreams Under Your Feet;
Tread Softly Because You Tread On My Dreams.
